---

The glowing speck of resentment

Brushed beneath the crumbled hay

A profound secret touched by few

Where most there cant remain

The crust upon the curtains

And the rust instilled upon the grass

As spiderwebs apprehend us slowly

Again, disease felt its way

Devoted to an almost nothing

The supremacy of gold & lack thereof

The haze wisps closely

A gaze of decay

Those Fountains Flew

The crux of resistance

Ash remains free-form

Animals whispering rhetoric

as peculiar cries

A nighttime condescension

as peculiar cries

A nighttime condescension